morning coffee // The Window

It’s raining outside, I think. I can’t tell.

Morning coffee, 8.22.17

The oak leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall has begun to root–without soil, water, or sunlight. 

Morning coffee // The Door

I did it. I touched the door. Now, I regret everything. 

Morning coffee, 8.9.17

They’re onto me.

Morning coffee, 8.8.17

There’s a stain on my cubicle wall, and it looks like a duck.

Morning coffee, 8.7.17

There’s something wrong with the office doors. Let me explain.

Morning coffee, 8.3.17

I encountered the Hallway Yalper yet again yesterday. Sort of.